%%USERNAME%%    %%ACCWORDS%% %%ONOFF%% |
 |  Feedback is very much appreciated! |
| Introduction: Some stories unfold from ages past and actions of old. Some are fantasies filled with sorrow and regret. While others are of final triumph and love. Epic tales of sweeping romance, caught between questionable circumstances. All hold messages and lessons to learn. Wisdom gained from another person’s sorrow, perpetually repeating like there is no tomorrow. A swinging pendulum of actions between the pursuit of Happiness between both Heaven and Hell. Perspectives a funny thing, when looking through the eyes of another. And so it begins, yet again... Embrace what is right and do nothing wrong. Between sin and salvation; between Heaven and Hell there are both positive actions, opposing reactions. To the victor goes the spoils, and to others the story is left to be told. As pages turn, and the light of many a candle burns down low, we often repeat sadly what in truth we already know. Some tales are of romance framed by the actions of others vying to enslave you to their own ends. Your actions are always worn, but many hide their intentions using money and another person's hands. While others hide behind a numbered company devoid of ownership. The sounds of wicked laughter followed by a clock striking twelve and the sight of an hourglass with its sands running out appear upon screen. Poem: We are caught within a perpetual play Circles upon circles within turmoil and decay Society built on top of our collective dead Both Heaven and Hell hanging by a thread Oh, to be bound to a role within a play Perception versus misperception in every way Are you cast within a prominent role Or for you do the bells toll? Cycles often tend to sadly repeat Leading the focus unto the arms of defeat The will of fates hidden in the wings Unto the arms of death many sing Some cannot see beyond their own Reaping that which is sadly sown Actions define and power corrupts Causing many a story to erupt Laws upon laws warp their intent and reason Time will fly through many a season We often miss the wisdom of old As stories pass and yet another is told Individualistic nationalism is used for control Borders and differences tarnish humanities soul This “Us versus Them” game is at an end For life and its pursuit is not a game of pretend Many brave soldiers with love and honor defend Cannot see the games played leading them to their end Remembrance is key else all life is sadly lost Such a high price paid, a sad legacy and cost The scene: Armies of soldiers marching in uniform, carrying flags and the sounds of multiple anthems being interplayed switching between nations from the International Human Rights Museum walls and displays. A field of poppies with the caption “Lest We Forget” is to appear with Vimy Ridge Memorial, Various cemeteries. The camera's final focus is to be the tomb of the unknown soldier with Taps being softly played. Location: The scene ends with us focusing upon the explosion of a detonating nuclear bomb followed by silence. Spoken at the end: “Equality shall lead humanity to unite. Equality is the cornerstone of humanity and a fundamental human right. War is the absence of all reason.” |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
